"Don't be an ass." He took the tag from Tresslyn's coat and handed it back to the waiter.

"Give him the scarf-pin if you like, old man, but don't rob him of his badge of honour.

He earns an honest living with that thing, you know." George sat down.

He was suddenly abashed.

"What an awful bounder you must think I am, Simmy." "Nonsense.